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chief keef - telling it all lyrics

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[intro]
runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ n-gga, i ain’t f-ckin’ round
them hit-men with me lil’ n-gga, they will hunt you down
sosa was never ’bout that life, how the f-ck you sound
put the red dot on your nose, you’s a f-ckin’ clown

[hook]
i’m in the foreign -ss truck at the stoplight
we leave your -ss left if you’re not right
i’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
and the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
break his ankles, take the shot, ball n-gga, ball
gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
and these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[verse 1]
i hit gucci just to stunt
i just poured me up a cup
i’ve been in it since a pup
i’m gonna get it, wish me luck
we in that tinted car, you f-cked
nah in tunechis voice, you trucked
rollin’ dope up like a cluck
so much dope, it got me stuck
i swear i be high as f-ck
in the mall just buyin’ stuff
ring me up, i’m cashin’ out
ain’t with all that trying’stuff
and i got that iron tucked
i just started chargin’ up
ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
in that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[hook]
i’m in the foreign -ss truck at the stoplight
we leave your -ss left if you’re not right
i’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
and the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
break his ankles, take the shot, ball n-gga, ball
gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
and these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[verse 2]
i’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big sh-t
bank roll, on me, poppin’ big sh-t
me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
big tv near the toilet, i take big sh-ts
i had your b-tch, in my office, now she dismissed
no attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big sh-t
a couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big b-tch
whole pint, now i gotta take a big p-ss
triple a, i always got a-f-ckin’-ssistance
peter parker, i always knew i had a sixth sense
and the opps, is always on my f-ckin’ hit-list

[hook]
i’m in the foreign -ss truck at the stoplight
we leave your -ss left if you’re not right
i’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
and the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
break his ankles, take the shot, ball n-gga, ball
gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
and these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all



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